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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Wire,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.