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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.