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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gong to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.