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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Technova,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.