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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.