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 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Index,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Crime,
Japan,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.