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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.