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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.