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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.