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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.