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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.