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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
PIL,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.