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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Television,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.