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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.