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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.