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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.