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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Inner City,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.