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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.