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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.