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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Ossler,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.