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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.