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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.