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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.