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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.