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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.