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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.