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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.