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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.