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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.