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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Lyres,
The Fall,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.