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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.