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 Russia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.