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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.