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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.