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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.