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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.