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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.