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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Can,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.