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 Guatemala 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.