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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.