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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.