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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Nas,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.