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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.