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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.