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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.