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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Index,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.