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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 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?
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.