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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.