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 Morocco 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.