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 Chile 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Swans,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.