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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.