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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.