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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.