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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.