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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.