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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.