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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Japan,
The Saints,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.