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 Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.