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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.