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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.