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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DNA 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.