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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.