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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.