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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.