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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.