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 France and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Franke,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.