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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.