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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.