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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.