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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.