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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Can,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.