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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Pole,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Niagra,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.