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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.