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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.