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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
PIL,
Faust,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.