Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.