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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Index,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
The Names,
Cymande,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.