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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.