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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.