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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.