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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Ossler,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.