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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.