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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.