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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.