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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.