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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.