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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.