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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.