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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.