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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
UT,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.