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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 UT to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.