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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.