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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
UT,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.