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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.