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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.