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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.