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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
MC5,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.