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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.