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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.