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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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?
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.