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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.