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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Can,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.