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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.