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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.