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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.