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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
MC5,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.