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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.