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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.