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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Essential Logic 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Brick,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.