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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.