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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Magma,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.