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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.