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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.