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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.