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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.