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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.