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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.