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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.