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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.