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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.