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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.