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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.