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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.