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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
DNA,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.