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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.