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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.