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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.