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 Tajikistan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.