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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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?
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.