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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Rekid,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.