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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.