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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.