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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.