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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.