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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.