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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.