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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.