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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.