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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.