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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.