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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.