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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.