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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.