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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.