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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.