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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.