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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.