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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.