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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.