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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.