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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.