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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
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.