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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Slave,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.