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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.