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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.