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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.