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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Cymande,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.