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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.