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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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?
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.