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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.