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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Section 25,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.