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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Slave,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.