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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.