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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.