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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth 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?
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.