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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.