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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.