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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.