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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.