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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.