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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
UT,
Scientists,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.