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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.