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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Birthday Party to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.