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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.