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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.