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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.