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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.