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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Niagra,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.