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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.