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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.