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 Madagascar 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.