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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.