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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
the Slits,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Wings,
Ten City,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.