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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Rakim,
X-102,
The Wake,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.