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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Wings,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.