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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.