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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.