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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.