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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.