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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.