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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.