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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Invisible to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Chrome,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.