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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.