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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.