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 the UAE 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.