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 Swaziland 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.