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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.