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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.