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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Can,
the Swans,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.