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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.