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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.