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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.