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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.