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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.