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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.