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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Index,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.