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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.