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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Monks,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Whodini,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.