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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.