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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
MC5,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.