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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.