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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.