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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.