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 North and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.