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 Yemen and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.