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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.