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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.