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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
UT,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.