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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
The Fall,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.