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 Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Saints to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.