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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.