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 Malta and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.