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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Index,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.