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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.