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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Television,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.