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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.