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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.