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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
The Index,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.