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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.