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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.