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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Nico,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.