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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Shoche,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.