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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
The Names,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Fear,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.