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 Belgium and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.