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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby 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.