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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.