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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.