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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.