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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Crime,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.