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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
MC5,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.