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 Turkey and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.