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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.