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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.