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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.