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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.