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 Canada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Trojans 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.