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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Monks,
DNA,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.