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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.