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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.