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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.