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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.