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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.