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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.