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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.