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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cowsills to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.