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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.