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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.