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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.