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 Dominica 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.