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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
This Heat,
June Days,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.