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 Madagascar 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.