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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.