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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.