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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans 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?
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.