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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Associates to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Little Man,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.