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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.