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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.