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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.