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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.