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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Television,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.