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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.