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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.