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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.