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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.