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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.