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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.