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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.