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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.