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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.