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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
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The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.