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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Neu!,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.