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 Mongolia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.