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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
ABBA,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.