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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.