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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.