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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.