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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.