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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.