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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Hashim,
The Names,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
DNA,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.