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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.