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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.