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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.