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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.