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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.