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 Kenya 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.