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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.