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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Taipei and Taipei.
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 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.