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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
10cc,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.