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 Slovakia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.