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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.