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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.