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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.