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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Excepter,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.