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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.