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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.