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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.