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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.