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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Can,
This Heat,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.