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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.