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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
ABBA,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.