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 Burundi 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.