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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 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 Oneida to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
The Gories,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.