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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.