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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.