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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.