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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Television,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.