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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.