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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.