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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.