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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.