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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.