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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.