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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Can,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.