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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Whodini,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.