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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.