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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.