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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
the Human League,
PIL,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.