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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.