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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.