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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Das Ding 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
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 J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.