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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Television,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.