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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.