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 Tonga 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Interpol,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.