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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.