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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.