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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.