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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.