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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
The Doors,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.