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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Magma,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.