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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.