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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.