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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.