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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.