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 Netherlands 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.