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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.