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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.