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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.