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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
The Slits,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.