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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.