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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Organ,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.