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 India 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.