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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
The Index,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.