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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.