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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.