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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.