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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Remains to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.