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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.