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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Visage,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.