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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.