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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.