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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.