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 India and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.