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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 Taipei and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Mummies to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.