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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Fear,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.