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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Scion,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Nico,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.