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 Niger 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.