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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.