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 Australia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Ten City,
The Victims,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.