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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.