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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.