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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Nico,
DNA,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.