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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Lyres,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.