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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.