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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
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.