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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Busters,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.