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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.