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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.