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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.