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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.