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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Pole,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.