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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.