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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
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.