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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.