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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.