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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
MDC,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.