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 Colombia and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.