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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.