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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.