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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Index,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Monks,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.