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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Faust,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.