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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.