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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.