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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.