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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.