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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.