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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.