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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.