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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.