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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.