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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.