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 Russia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.