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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.