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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Erasure,
The Doors,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.