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 France and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
cv313,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.