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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Crime,
The Remains,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.