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 and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.