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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.