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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.