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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Can,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.