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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.