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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.