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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.