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 Costa Rica 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.