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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Q65,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
AZ,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.