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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.