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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.