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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.