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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.