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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.