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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Move,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.