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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.