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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.