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 and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.