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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.