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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Index,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.