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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
cv313,
Kayak,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.