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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.