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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Victims to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.