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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.