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 India and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.