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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.