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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.