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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.