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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.