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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Nas,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.