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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.