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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Smog,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.