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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.