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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.