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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.