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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.