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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
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.