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 Guatemala 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.