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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.