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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.