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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.