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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.