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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.