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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.