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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.