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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
10cc,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.