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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.