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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.