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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.