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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.