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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.