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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.