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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.