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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.