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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.