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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.