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 Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
JFA,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.