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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.