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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.