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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.