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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.