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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.