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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.