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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Kas Product,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.