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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.