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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Kinks 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Scion,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.