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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.