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 Azerbaijan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Brick to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.