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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.