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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
The Slits,
the Germs,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.