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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Magma,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.