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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.