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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.