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 Congo and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys 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?
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.