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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.