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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.