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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.