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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.