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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.