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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.