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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
JFA,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.