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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Tubeway Army 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.