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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Slave,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.