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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.