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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fortunes 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.