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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.