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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.