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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.