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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Gong,
Wire,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.