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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.