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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.