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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Human League,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
MDC,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.