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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.