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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.