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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Zapp,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.