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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
PIL,
AZ,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.