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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Modern Lovers to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.