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 Ireland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.