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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.