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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
MC5,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.