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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.