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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.