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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Technova,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.