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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.