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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.