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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Index,
Technova,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.