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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.